He bent down and scooped up my panties, which were on the floor at the foot of my bed, spread them and studied the crotch. His intensity made me reali...e something had changed, my little brother saw me as a woman, not his sister, we were at an age where by the laws of nature we should have been separated, but a drunk mother and no father, we were left to our own devices, and watching my brother finger where my warm pussy had been, just made me feel good.He turned the main light out and got into. Or, atleast, so she presumed.New technology had a thing, it seemed, about jettisoninggood old computers. It was amazing what you could do withthem: fix them up, put Linux on them, and give them tofriends who didn't have computers yet, who didn't know howpowerful they made you become. You could try out variousdistributions, too, with all those boxes.There was always something new you could do with thoseolder boxes, but maybe sometimes they might do somethingnew to you... She never went. They had only been in touch by phone for so long with an occasional visit every few years. They had had a wonderful lunch and a very in-depth review of their lives since they had seen each other. Both of them had come through divorces without too much damage. Jena at 45, had her own home and ran a very successful Interior design business, while Ben had just sold his Landscape business and was looking for something different to do. Jena, because of her work commitments; she did a lot of. "Now, I have to pull down your underwear–is that okay?" she asked. Jimmy blushed red as a tomato but he nodded his head. Pam went ahead and pulled down his underwear to his ankles. "There. Now do you want to do the rest or would you like some help?" she asked."I-I can do it," he said sheepishly.After Jimmy was finished Pam took the port-a-john from him and set it on the small table next to his bed. "You know it's still a little while before breakfast will be here and you are pretty sweaty and.